[watching him almost blankly, perhaps the slightest hint of remorse. Not because he will kill, because he has no control over it. Bruce wouldn't understand, he cannot make that choice, he cannot make any choice of such gravity any longer. One day perhaps, bruce's hope is infectious, but now-]
I can't promise that Bruce. [his tone edges on tired] Give up, go back to your life. You owe me nothing and this is no place for you.
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I can't promise that Bruce. [his tone edges on tired] Give up, go back to your life. You owe me nothing and this is no place for you.